Interlude

This section contains poems which were written after I left college but before I started writing poetry again. There are only a few poems here, but I will add others if I come across them.

When we hurt, when we really hurt, we do not sing but only lie there numb. When we heal, just a little, we can speak of that pain.

The hours go by and a day is gone.
The days go by and a month is gone.
The months go by and a year is gone.
Does it hurt any less?
Do you care any less?
A little, but only a little
And the scars will take forever.

This is meant to be sung as a jingle to the tune of the old RC Cola jingle. It was inspired by the book, Karma Cola.

Karma Cola hits the spot
Eightfold way, that’s a lot
Bodhidarmha and sutras too
Karma Cola is the cola for you

This is another, er, song. It is quite catchy if you haven’t any alternatives.

Oh, we are Boring,
Boring, Boring, and Dull,
Certified Public Accountants since 1789.

We love to work with numbers
They fill our hearts with song
We do people’s taxes
And we always do them wrong,

For we are Boring,
Boring, Boring, and Dull,
Certified Public Accountants since 1789.

Copyright © 1988 by Richard Harter